Post by IRAZELLE RISING on Oct 23, 2011 20:42:22 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500px,bTable][atrb=height,300,true][atrb=width,400,true] Today, was one of those days. You know the kind; lazy, relaxing. Just generally lounging around, enjoying the precious time alone you've managed to scrape. Elle hummed happily, delicate fingers deftly twisting her golden locks into intricate plaits, twisting the ends so that they melted into each other. Grabbing 2 hair clips, she gently brushed the back of her hair into one side, before taking hold of a few strands of hair at her side and clipping it back, before letting her hair hang over her shoulder. Sea green peered into the mirror at her side, and she smiled, pleased with the result. She had clipped her side bangs to the side, with one thin plait running across it, and then she had pinned the other side, to do the same, without the plait. If you peered closely enough, then you could see similar, minute plaits running down her side, gently melted in with the lush gold. It was days like this, that made her happy. Today was the only day where she didn't have work, and she had caught up with all her school work; something that Elle wasn't used to. Standing up, she fingered the hem of her floral patterned dress, anxiously biting her lip as she did so; was it too much? She was going to the Rose Gardens, after all. Her gaze drifted to the small flowers printed onto her dress, and she paused -- maybe she was overdoing the plant thing. Nervously, she brushed the skirt, flattening out to take a better look. Well, maybe she should change, just to see what a different dress would look like; it didn't hurt, after all? It doesn't matter, that small voice in the back of her head complained, he won't care about what you're wearing! Elle paused once more; that voice, infuriatingly enough, was right. Why did it matter? Usually, the Half-breed didn't care about her attire, or her appearance. But today; well, today was different after all, wasn't it? Because she was going to visit Noah -- her heart skipped a beat, a faint blush crawling onto her cheeks -- and no matter what he thought, or what she knew; she wanted to look her best for him. She wanted for him to really notice her, and just think: wow. And he wouldn't think that, if she looked second-best. She cringed, inwardly, before tugging off the dress. She threw it onto her bed (she never really was one for neatness) and dove back into her wardrobe, rummaging through the already assorted through pile of clothes. Finally, after moments of thinking, wondering, and small, almost worrying arguments with herself, she picked out a maroon dress; one that just hugged the waist subtly enough that didn't make it look provocative. Of course, Elle hadn't bought this dress; her friends had, demanding that she would accept the gift -- that it would suit her to the T. Funny, how back then she had been so embarrassed at the thought of wearing such a short (which wasn't, really) dress, when now, she was thankful for even having the dress, at all? She slipped it on, grabbed the basket filled with food, before tucking Alice in Wonderland (a classic; Elle would never get enough of its words) into it, and covering it with a checked blanket, and heading out her dorm, happily making her way over to Chiaro. It was a long way to the renowned city for the light, but Elle didn't mind, not really. She had nothing to do for the whole day anyway, and the bus journey was always pleasant. Two hours later, and she skipped off the steps of the bus, and walked to the Winged District, before eagerly making her way to the Rose Gardens, an excited spring to her steps. As a child, the Rose Gardens was always a forbidden land, to her. Well, the whole of Chiaro had been, really. The Risings never had approved of the city, degrading it for its lighter inhabitants, and had never allowed their youngest to go venture. The thought of going in had Elle's stomach turning in anxiety, but for Noah, that, she would fight. After a good few minutes of enjoying the views, she found a good place to rest, choosing a spot under a tree, thankful for the shade. The Gardens were slightly busy today, and she didn't want to disturb Noah when he was working. Fishing out the book in her basket, she fondly brushed the cover, before beginning to read from where she had last left off, tucking a stray strand of gold behind her ear, away from her eyes. "Why is a raven like a writing desk?" She murmured, a gentle grin etched onto her lips. With the sun warmly hugging her skin, Elle's eyes began to droop, and her hold on the book began to loosen. Black overcame, and the book fell to the floor. words: 828 tagged: jaymee notes: ew poo starter template by pianissimo of BTN |
